SONGS
XMAS PAGE 2005
SOME CAUTIONARY TALES
"Blackground"  JESSE
"Queens Please Rise"   JESSE
"ROW CALL " JESSE
"NOT ALL OF US"     
"QUEEN WITHOUT A FACE"   JESSE
XMAS PAGE 2005


"The Aggravations Of A Poor Man"

1st Verse

You a grown man but you can't do what you want cause you broke,
Others pass me by while they floss and flaunt,
it's like I can hear them laugh and taunt,
Things always continue to get better even though it seems like they don't.
All these aggravations got me fiending for the day of Revelation.
They tried to teach me everything in school but they should have taught me some life education.
The world is in a tailspin and I am tired of the run around all I seek is the right information.
Pushed out in the world head first ever since graduation;
It doesn't pay to be broke but it pays to have patience.
I got wars of my own to fight but the army still tries to recruit me;
More like a prisoner than a soldier got to stand down just so you can salute me.
I'm in hostile land over here I walk in the streets not knowing who will shoot me.
You can't break down my comprehensions and you can't dilute me,
no matter if I like it or not these aggravations will always come with life and they will always  include me
(16 bars)

(Chorus)

Going through the same thing and life seems boring.
Feels like I am in a hailstorm and hell's storm is pouring,
going through pain but it just ain't showing.
I need money to start coming in but it just ain't flowing.

2nd Verse

I heard my daddy talking about how much my uncle had given up on life and lost all hope.
I couldn't really say much cause I once have felt the low blow  of life and it had me up against the ropes
I wanna throw in the towel but I might need it to stop the bleeding cause my foes trying to slit my throat
Trying to cope but my stomach hurting like hell; the doctors got me hooked on legal medication but that's
killing me slowly and That ain't nothing but another version of dope  the only time I get to get away is when
I'm pretending to baptize myself and
Again trying to wash away all my sins with soap.
Want us to rock the vote
But we can't even see the future because someone else controls the remote
Somebody telling me what to do all the time I still don't feel like an adult.
The poor get poorer all because of America's cult;  everybody laughing but I still don't get the joke
Can't afford to smile that kind of expression comes free when you broke.
We left with less than what we had when the smoke dies down
I wish  it did really pay off by being wise now.



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